Ettie was a bit glad when Dylan relayed information for them both, watching the girl with the braids head into one of the rooms, half expecting that she wouldn't come back out again. It was at least a distraction from paying too close attention to what everyone else was doing, considering none of them seemed to have any more of an idea of what was going on that she did and were apparently content to take it out on each other for the moment.
She moved a little out of the way despite the fact that there was enough space for the loud guy to move past her, watching him briefly as he descended the stairs. She did feel minutely better now that he was gone.
"I....don't think he's a Tyra fan." It was a quiet, barely-there laugh, nervous and tense. She glanced at Scotty, then down at her feet, then towards the stairs. "Um, we probably shouldn't let him go alone." She looked back at the others, giving a quick, uncertain look between them before turning and slowly heading down. She was more worried about anyone he might run into than the guy himself, but it didn't seem right to actually explain that. Not that she'd really be able to do much if he started yelling at someone down there too. She definitely didn't want to end up down there by herself with him, so she made sure to go slowly enough that if anyone planned on following suit they could easily catch up. In her mind's eye she imagined a phone sitting pristine at the bottom of the stairs, and hoped that if there was one he'd somehow bypass it so she could call home before anything else.